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The winch whirred 4 or 5 times and gradually my weight shifted: first from my tummy to knees and elbows, and then to my chest, wrists and ankles as most of my body lifted from the bench. i say ‘most’ because one part of my anatomy was sticking out and still in contact with its surface. “That looks as if it’s trying to support you like a third leg,” You laughed. Mmmm – that wonderful sense of constriction was back. i was still savouring it as Your leather gloved palm struck my rump – i’ve mentioned before how i find this the most intimate kind of CP; it had been a long time since my last spanking and a thrill ran through me with every blow. “*Purr* – thank You, Mistress.”

Leather slut: 2010

Sensitive nipples Mistress but still on a high. Thank you again it really is a privelege to kneel before you. Yesterday was an amazing experience perhaps revealing some of my darker fantasies. Being between your legs was a highlight, the electrics was a scream, stockings and heels my dream Goddess was the stuff of my dreams. I wish I could see you again sooner.

slave hammy; 2010

i totally enjoyed Saturdays session; i had a nice sensation on my bottom for hours. The only thing i struggled with was the nipple torture as we discussed. The spanking/crop was excellent right on my limit. Can't wait to do everything you say again!

slave jt; 2010

.... to be honest, it was quite hard to concentrate with Mistress Vixen’s calm, beautiful eyes upon me. And this was unfortunate (well, or fortunate depending on how you look at it) because the punishment for errors was the cane across the palms of my hands. The cane or the strap on the hands is a huge part of my fantasy. Partly it’s the whole schoolboy thing, but it’s also because it involves facing one’s punisher and co-operating by holding the hand out. It is wonderful to look into Her face while being punished, and there is something uniquely humiliating in submitting to the punishment, by meekly holding hands out, quaking in case the Lady murmurs ‘and again’ and another stroke is due…One of my strongest memories of an early session with Mistress Vixen is quite the opposite - of being tied down helplessly and beaten and – oh, thrilling memory, gagged!. Utterly helpless to prevent, delay or in any way hinder punishment.

slave dopey; 2010

You paused after number 10 and i gave a little sigh as my body adjusted. “Don’t relax just yet – there are still another 40 to go.” i was ill-prepared for the next one and the pain was raw, but i still managed to gasp “11, thank You, Mistress”. And so it resumed; at around number 26 You remembered the remote control and pressed the button just as the cane landed “twen-squeak-ty seven, thank You, Mistress”. “Oh, have you changed languages?” You laughed and the next few strokes were punctuated by shocks deep in my backside: some coincided with the blow, others were earlier or later, but all were unpredictable – and pleasurable.

Leather slut; 2010

Thank you again Mistress for the privilege of spending time with you yesterday. I must confess though that on arriving home I could not remember any of the words I mis-spelt as I found myself still day dreaming about your legs!!

slave hammy; 2010

i just felt i had to write to thank You again for such a wonderful session. How very shameful – for a grown man to be treated as a schoolboy and made to bend over for punishment in front of two beautiful young ladies! And then to be dragged off by the ear to have his head flushed down the loo, while those same ladies sit on and laugh at him….utterly humiliating. i will never forget Your demeanour during the punishments especially, the slow build-up as You describe and muse upon Your options...the occasional feint producing a little gasp of fear…and the strokes themselves producing all-too real yelps and plea. i am helpless in the face of such well-deserved and beautifully-administered correction. And how extraordinary it felt to sit in an aeroplane seat knowing that part of my discomfort was caused by a sore caned bottom. The marks are simply beautiful, Mistress, and I wear them with pride and honour.

slave dopey; 2010

i knocked and entered to find You seated on Your throne in a red satin blouse, burgundy corset, leather mini-skirt and calf-length boots with incredibly high heels. Had i seen them before? i didn’t think so. i knelt, kissed Your hand then Your feet, taking the opportunity to examine the boots at close quarters (any excuse!) – mmmm, they definitely smelt new!......... “I’m feeling a little mischievous today … ” You smiled, rummaging in the electrics case and removing the electrastim butt plug and power box. “Better check it’s working. Hold this …” Without thinking, i gripped the plug. *Bzzzt*! “Arrgh!” “That seems to be okay then,” You grinned. “Bend over;” there was only the slightest resistance and the plug slipped in.

Leather slut; 2010

Well, just wanted to let you know that I really enjoyed the suspension yesterday *he he he* although it was really strange when I was let down!!!

slave beans; 2010

You were sitting on Your throne dressed entirely in leather, and my willy twitched at the sight – the rest of me might have been feeling a little tired but he obviously wasn’t! Some of the outfit was familiar – i recognised the skirt and corset but not the top; had i seen it before? i wondered – snug and sleek, the laces stretched taut across Your cleavage, struggling to contain … *gulp!* i hoped i wasn’t staring and the words ‘eyes to the floor’ flashed through my brain; for once i heeded the advice and found myself looking at Your thigh boots with their slim, spiked heels which could so swiftly turn from objects of adoration to ones of torment; i was definitely staring now........as You leaned across me, my nostrils filled with a delicious leathery aroma: it might have been cedric or maybe the residual scent from the hood; it could equally have been my imagination running riot, but i suspect it came from Your top which was only inches from my face; whatever the cause, my willy had woken up again and by the time the upper zip was closed he was twitching in appreciation. With the zips secure i expected You to start on the laces but instead You turned back to the case of electrical goodies – after all, the Electrastim box has two channels: it would be a shame not to use them both. i looked across: there’s something almost tranquil about watching You – Your movements are always so graceful, never more so than today as delicate highlights from the lamps shimmered across the tight leather, emphasising and enhancing every curve. You returned with the cock straps, slipped them into position and pulled tight, treating my willy to the faintest of shocks, just a tickle really but so insistent as to be irresistible. Then the lacing began, loosely at first until each hook and eyelet was threaded, then cedric’s grip increased as You methodically tightened the ropes, from foot to neck once, then twice, removing all the slack, rendering me totally helpless and tying them off in a bow. But You hadn’t finished: “Up you go!” The winch whirred and i was raised into the air..........

Leather slut; 2010

I just wanted to write and say thank You for a really great session on Friday. You looked absolutely fabulous although my nipples are still suffering and feeling the after-effects over 24 hours later! :-)

slave david; 2009

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